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Chapter 498 – What’s With Tim and Dennis Confesses
Sunday get-togethers at the house were always a good time, a chance to relax, drink some good beer and commune with each other and friends. Somehow that time brought us all closer together. We tried to avoid business, unless it was necessary. Allen was right, we needed the time together because the rest of the week was hectic, to say the least. Everyone seemed to have a great time together, even our straight friends joining in. Even Iggy had a great time. He was extremely well fed and received tons of attention, something he seemed starved for. Allen had become his new best friend, feeding him steak of all things.
We had some studying to do, so we all got dressed and left a little after 8:00. There were a lot of bro hugs and some kisses, before we took off. Jake was going to drop Rod’s group off, and I was going to follow Kyle and Iggy home, just to make sure there were no surprises at his apartment. Dylan and Blake came with me. We parked behind Kyle’s pickup in his parking area, then got out and followed him into his lower apartment. All seemed to be okay. We all check all the rooms. Kyle said, while he mainly lived in his ower apartment, he and Iggy slept upstairs in the model apartment, not wanting anyone to be climbing in a window coming after him. We all agreed that was a good idea.
“I set up a couple of security cameras on the eves, where no one could spray paint them, Josh. They’re motion sensitive, so if any one moves in their range, they record whatever is there. We can run the footage fairly quick and see if there was anything,” Kyle, explained, as he opened his closet where his security equipment was stored. He looked at the recording meter to see if anything had recorded since the last time he checked. Nothing had, so all was good. I asked him if he wanted us to go upstairs with him and check that out. He said we really didn’t need to, but he appreciated it anyway. I told him, I wanted to know he was safe, so to indulge our curiosity. He told me I was sweet, then we headed upstairs through a main hallway. Kyle used his key to open the door, then turned on the lights. All seemed good, but we checked the rooms anyway. Satisfied Kyle was safe, we all hugged him, then headed home. He said he’d see us tomorrow night for dinner.
“Do you think those idiot guys will try anything else before, whatever you’re planning on doing, is done?” Blake asked on our way home.
“I’m not sure, but not taking any chances. Kyle is all alone. Those guys know that, which is a perfect opportunity to scare the hell out of him, and intimidate him enough, he’ll want to leave. We just have to be careful. We don’t know what those two are capable of doing. Look at poor Cam, what they did to him. I know he was very young and vulnerable at the time, but so were Simon and Spence. Everyone is grown up now, so that makes them even more dangerous. We just can’t be too careful. I just wish he wasn’t staying there alone,” I told the guys. “Since Dustin is gone, I wouldn’t mind him staying with us, until everything is resolved.”
“Great, that would mean Iggy could stay with us also. We could have a blast with him,” Dylan commented. Blake and I laughed, knowing that was an understatement. I told the guys I’d ask Kyle if he might want to stay with us, but I was sure he’d decline, wanting to be on his property to protect it, if anyone tried to do anything. I could see his point, but I was growing more concerned about him being by himself, even with Iggy, who could be befriended with any kind of food.
I was surprised to see Wes at the apartment when we got back. He and Tim were still trying to sort out the Harvey thing. I was actually tired of talking about Harvey, thinking the idiot took up too much or our time, and certainly wasn’t worth that. We stripped down to our skivvies to join them. I asked them if they wanted beer or ice tea. We all thought we had enough beer for the night, so ice tea sounded good at the time.
“So, what did you guys come up with, or did you come up with anything, short of sending Harvey home?” I asked. Tim didn’t like that question, I could tell.
“Tim and I are going to talk to our coach tomorrow morning and get his take on it. I’m sure coach will want a full apology from Harvey, possibly even a suspension for the way he’s been acting. Tim got me to agree to help him counsel Harvey, although I’m not sure it’ll do any good, but I guess we can try,” Wes replied. I gave Tim a strange look, as if to ask why he was bothering to try to help Harvey at all. He looked a little sheepish.
“Not sure what any of that will do, if anything. Narcissists don’t change. Personally, I think you’re both wasting your time, and just asking for more grief. But, that’s my opinion, and we all know opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one,” I chided. Wes chuckled, but Tim remained stoic. “Is your coach going to let Harvey remain captain? Would he do that?” I asked, concerned.
“Don’t know, but Tim says if we pledge to help the guy and counsel him, with Harvey’s apologies to the team, and his pledge to behave and treat our teammates like a team instead of dictating to them, yelling and trying to belittle them, then maybe he’ll give Harvey a second chance,” Wes replied. I gave Tim another strange look.
“Tim, why are you doing this? It’s just going to bring more heartaches and trouble for both of you guys. I know you have a big heart, and I love that you do, but sometimes you just know when it’s time to give up. We’re past that point with Harvey. The only love he has is for himself,” I explained, trying to be understanding, but realistic at the same time.
“Josh, I have to try. Look what you did with Dylan. You hung in there when you thought you should have given up. Look what you’re doing with Cam now. Those are almost insurmountable odds there, but you’re going to try to help him. Look what you did for your friend, Dawson. That was over and above, and he was almost narcissistic like Harvey. Let me have my chance to see if Harvey can be saved also. If he loses out on being captain tomorrow, he has nothing left. He’s lost his friends and, his team. I’m gone. He’s lost everything. He’ll be a basket case, and possibly self-destructive. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to help him in some way,” Tim replied. I wasn’t sure what to say, seeing how Tim basically was following what he thought I might have done, and did with others.
“Other than Dawson, who turned out to have a brain tumor, none of the guys I tried to help were narcissistic. One of the best friends I helped, I rescued from a narcissistic roommate and helped him find himself. That was you. Rescuing you, I thought I could protect you from people like Harvey, but I guess you still like living dangerously. What you do to help him is up to you. I guess we’ll all be here to pick up the pieces when you fall apart, thinking you have failed, when there was no way you could ever succeed in what you’re trying to do. It’s your decision. If you think you have a shot at helping him, and turning him around, then take it, by all means. I’m just worried about you. Wes, what do you really think?” I asked him. I could tell Wes didn’t really want to commit to helping Harvey, but since Tim was almost insistent he help convince the coach we needed to keep Harvey as captain, he was going along with Tim.
“Honestly, I think it’s a lost cause. But, at least we can tell ourselves we did everything we possibly could to help him, and if we don’t succeed, it’s all Harvey’s fault, and we’re right back to where we started from,” Wes replied.
“Did you ask Blake what he thought?” I asked Tim, who gave me a strange look.
“Why would I ask Blake? He’s not involved,” Tim asked, somewhat concerned I would ask that question.
“He deeply cares about you, Tim. He cares about your well-being, as much as, if not more, than the rest of us,” I explained.
“If Tim thinks he can help him and is willing to do it, then I have to support him, Josh,” Blake said, inserting himself into the discussion. Tim wasn’t sure what to say.
“What does Leo think?” I asked, hearing nothing out of Tim for Blake’s support which deeply disturbed me, but thinking it best to move one before Tim said something damaging to his and Blake’s relationship.
“Leo would just as soon hang Harvey by his balls and shit down his throat,” Wes replied, getting a strange look from Tim, but a chuckle from the rest of us. “Leo has no patience for Harvey anymore, Josh. Harvey has tormented him something terribly, especially when he found out his penis was as small as it was,” Wes explained. “Harvey’s been relentless in belittling Leo for his lack for prowess. God help us if he finds out Leo is gay. We will see a shitstorm of gay bashing unleashed if that should ever happen,” Wes added.
“Does Harvey know Tim is gay? Surely, he has to know that,” I asked.
“I’m guessing he does, as Tim lives here with you guys. Harvey’s reluctant to bash Tim, although he’s come close, mainly because Tim is the only ally he has any faith in helping him out. Should Harvey ever get mad at Tim again, you can bet your balls, Harvey will unleash on him too. See, Tim, that’s what I’m saying. Harvey is extremely homophobic. We all know that. Still he dips his dick in Jack’s ass occasionally, but Harvey’s not gay for doing something like that. In his mind, he’s just using Jack as a form of masturbation, just getting his rocks off. I mean, come on,” Wes said, shaking his head.
“Well, you fuck Leo, Wes. Does that make you gay?” Tim retorted. Wes had to stop and think.
“I guess in some form, it kind of does. I still like and prefer girls, I think anyway, although I have to say, I’m really starting to care about all you guys. At the least, I’d say I have to be bi-sexual, maybe? I mainly started taking care of Leo because I wanted to help him out, thinking, what the heck, it can’t be all that bad. It isn’t all that bad. Hell, it’s kind of nice, sharing yourself like that with close friends, showing you really care. It’s meant the world to Leo, and he’s a lot happier person these days. That is, unless he’s around Harvey,” Wes added.
“How do you feel about kissing a guy, Wes?” I asked him, giving him a smile.
“I’m okay with that. Leo and I kiss while I take care of his ass. It’s kind of nice. Brings us closer together,” Wes replied.
“Have you ever thought about having sex with anyone else but Leo?” I asked. “Tell me if I’m getting too personal,” I added. He smiled.
“It’s crossed my mind, but I’m okay taking care of Leo and living my regular life. Still, if it came up somehow, like with guys like you that I care about, it could happen,” he stated. Tim smiled at him. “Don’t get too excited, as I’m a novice at this. I’m not even sure if I do it right, although Leo says I’m damn good. While I’m not adverse to others, I’m in no hurry to branch out from Leo either. I’m good just taking care of him. He really likes Allen and OBB for sure, then I fill in the blanks at times. I do love sleeping with him and holding him in my arms at night. He says I make him feel secure and safe, when I spoon him at night. I like that also,” Wes admitted. I thought that was nice.
“We all think that’s sweet of you, Wes. Leo couldn’t have a better friend than you. We’re all blessed to have you as a friend also,” I told him, making him smile. “So you guys are going to talk to your coach, tell him that Harvey’s going to apologize to the team, admit to the team he is so wrong on so many things, but tell them you two guys are going to counsel him. Harvey’s going to pledge to be a different person and unite the team as a captain should, and not destroy the fabric that holds you guys together. So, that’s the plan?” I asked, summarizing what they indicated to us.
“That’s the plan. Don’t know if coach will buy it or not, or what he might change, but Harvey will know we did everything we could to give him another chance. He has to know this is probably the last chance he’ll get, so he has to buck up and play nice,” Wes replied.
“You prepared to step in as captain if your coach says you need to, Wes?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.
“If it’s that, or we lose the team, causing it to fall apart, I guess I’ll have to, Josh. The team is the most important issue here. We have to do what’s right for the team. I won’t compromise on that,” Wes replied. I told Wes he was a great guy and true leader. Even Tim admitted he was.
Wes said, while he enjoyed the counseling tonight, the earlier part of the evening and sitting here staring at our mostly naked bodies, he joked, Leo was back at the room by himself, and he needed to head that way. He was glad they had some kind of a game plan for tomorrow, even if it wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped for. He said Tim could let us know how it turned out.
Wes got dressed, then hugged us all before he left. I gave him a kiss on the lips for the first time. He smiled at me, telling me that was nice. Then Jake said he wanted one also. Even Blake kissed him. Tim hugged him, but didn’t go back for a kiss after hugging him. That surprised me, as much as I thought Tim cared about Wes. Wes was definitely a genuine friend and frat brother. Wes took off. I could tell Tim was uneasy after Wes left. He said he was going to bed, but it wasn’t that late yet. I gave him a hug and a kiss. Jake did also. Blake did too, telling him he’d be along a little later. Tim told him not to hurry, which kind of surprised us. Dylan was already in his room, possibly in bed. I decided to check on him.
I found him lying naked on his bed playing video games. His dick was laying over on his left leg, and is balls between is legs down on the bed, they stretched so far. “You good tonight?” I asked. He smiled.
“I’d be even better if you fucked this ass of mine,” he said, rolling over to offer up his tight ass. I chuckled.
“Didn’t you get enough of that last night with Dustin?” I asked.
“Yeh, but now it could be your turn,” he chided. I reminded him he had to work in the morning. He said he was good, but wanted to know if we could work out tomorrow night again after putting in some time at Rod’s. I told him that would be fine, unless something crazy happened. He told me there was no time for any craziness, as sex was important to take care of. I had to laugh, then bent over to kiss him good night. He pulled my head to his, then kissed me passionately.
“Wo, I think you made my dick hard with that one. I just might have to fuck you after all,” I chided. Dylan chuckled, then felt my cock through my briefs.
“You’re not hard. Don’t tease me like that,” he chided. I bent over and kissed him again, then teasingly stroked his cock, then fondled his loose balls some, making him giggle. “Okay, you keep that up, and you have to fuck me,” he warned. I told him goodnight and headed out, shutting the door behind me.
Blake told Jake and me, that he was really concerned about Tim, after tonight. I told Blake, I was also. Something was bugging him, and I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it might be. Blake said he felt like Tim was still connected to Harvey somehow, that he couldn’t let go for some reason.
“I know he can’t possibly love the guy, not the way Harvey has continually treated him, like he was nothing and Harvey was everything. I’m not sure if this is Tim’s way of showing Harvey, Tim is a better guy than Harvey, or what. My greatest fear is that he wants some kind of intimacy with Harvey, if nothing else to prove he can, proving to himself, Harvey has feelings for him. I don’t get it, but who knows?” I told them. Jake couldn’t imagine Tim wanting something like that. Blake said, as new to being gay, as he was, he wasn’t sure about anything, but something was definitely bothering Tim, who felt compelled to do something for Harvey. I told them I hoped it worked itself out soon, sending Tim back to us 100%. Blake said we could only hope.
Jake and I turned in earlier than usual, having had a full strenuous, but wonderful, night before with Greer. Greer sent me a text earlier, saying he got back on time and Samuel was extremely happy to have him back. He said he was heading to Samuel’s reception to help with that, but his ass was telling him how wonderful we had been to him the night before. He said he loved his overnight stay, meeting all the new guys and having so much fun at Gay Night. We were definitely his most loving friends, and he couldn’t love us enough. I sent him one back, telling him we couldn’t love him any more than we did. I got a smiley face back from him.
With the little extra time we gained going to bed earlier, Jake and I managed to heat up the sheets between the two of us, ending in cum covered bodies and sweating like we just finished a wrestling match. We finally held each other, lightly chatting and kissing at will, thinking about us and our crazy friends, and what all we were involved with these days. I playfully fondled his balls, and ran my fingers through a puddle of cum on his belly, making him giggle. He told me it was getting cold. I got out of bed, then leaned over and ran my tongue through our mutual puddle of cum, savoring what I could, then kissing him to share our essence together. Then I sucked his cock, cleaning it off. I got a wipe from the canister on the chest of drawers, and wiped him clean, after that, the alcohol making his balls feel like they were freezing, making us both laugh. Before, I could finish getting him perfectly cleaned up, he pulled me back into bed on top of him. We kissed passionately some more. I finally rolled over on my side and cuddled up against him, where I fell asleep.
Monday morning was tough, after the weekend we had. Zach and Brady made it lively in the shower, getting more amorous than ever in the mornings with Jake and me. We stopped short of fucking their hot asses, but we all emerged to dry off with raging hardons, almost demanding some kind of attention, not that we had time to give them any.
Blake was already eating breakfast, when we arrived in the kitchen, dressed and ready to go to class. Tim had already left. “So, how was Tim when you finally went to bed?” I asked Blake. He shook his head.
“He acted like he was sleeping, although I knew he wasn’t, so I asked him if there was anything he wanted to share with me that was bothering him. I told him I loved him and was always there to support him. He told me he was fine, but had to get over this hurdle with Harvey, as it was bugging him to death. I tried to cuddle with him, but he said he just needed to sleep. So, I left him alone. He was up before me this morning and took off,” Blake replied.
“Is he mad at you for some reason? I kind of think he’s unhappy with me, but you haven’t challenged him like I have. No need for him to be mad at you,” I told Blake. Blake shook his head.
“Don’t know. I guess he’ll work it all out, but then who knows,” Blake replied. I hugged Blake from behind, while he was still eating. I kissed him on the back of his head. He held my hands against his chest. Jake hugged him also. “You guys are the most loving friends I’ve ever had in my life. I couldn’t be more blessed than to have you guys,” Blake replied. That got him kisses from Jake and me, one more time. I told Zach and Brady that Blake needed a hug and kiss this morning. They were only too happy to oblige, telling Blake they loved him too.
Micro Econ was a breeze, but interesting to Jake and me. I was learning more about the theory of pricing, thinking to myself, this was kind of cool stuff to use when I finally graduated and got a job. Then I remembered I did have a job already, but hadn’t graduated yet. Bummer, I thought. Still, I was learning some important stuff to use in business.
We met Trevor, Andy, Thad and Blake at the SU for coffee before marketing. Today was our short one-hour class. Rod came by also and sat with us.
“Great time last night, Josh. Those steaks were fantastic. I’m still stuffed from last night. Lonnie still couldn’t get over Iggy tracking him down by smelling his undies. Oh, and you were hilarious also, Trevor, wanting to smell his briefs, to see if you could track him. You gay guys are so much more fun than straight guys,” Rod chided. We all laughed.
“Would have been one hell of a find, Rod. That boy is nicely hung for sure. Damn, would love to spend an hour in bed with that one,” Trevor exclaimed, much to Rod’s chagrin. He told Trevor, that was TMI. We all laughed.
Mary Ann was all chipper when we arrived in Marketing. She was even nice to Rod this time, more so than in the past. She was letting down her guard some. Ty brought us up to date on where we were and where we needed to be. We were on schedule, but he was concerned we might fall behind soon. He urged us to really put out the work this week in our labs. After class, Rod asked if we were coming over tonight to work on the house. I told him, I thought a few of us might. He reminded me to bring the beer. I told him I’d put it on his tab. He rolled his eyes, thinking he’d need a huge loan to pay that tab, should he ever have to pay it.
Blake asked me what I wanted to talk about at lunch today. I told him we needed a recap of what Jordan and Nate worked out with Greer and see if they thought it would help them. I also needed to brief them on meeting Henry, our soon to be new contact with our new bank, probably Cliff’s new boss. I told Thad, on our way back to the bar, about meeting Henry. Thad was elated to hear that. I told Thad I’d need Cliff to get in contact with Henry right away, as he was expecting him. Thad said he’d call him right away and tell him. I told Blake we also needed to set up some kind of schedule for Cameron, to start letting him work with some of our guys. Blake was busy making notes on his phone.
Jordan, Buzz, Nate and Ken arrived for lunch right on time. We sat at our regular business luncheon table. I told them we had a lot to cover this morning, so we needed to get into it right away. Nate and Jordan reported they set Greer up on a retainer of sorts, a schedule to go to Chicago once a quarter, which Nate said made Greer extremely happy. They said he would be working on some specific projects for us out of his law office in Key West when needed. They said he was extremely happy with his compensation for our needs. And, they said he had emailed them this morning, saying he had a terrific time with all of us this weekend, and we should bring him up here occasionally for meetings. I equated that to mean he needed a booty call occasionally. I told Nate and Jordan, that was on an as needed basis. They smiled, presumably knowing what that meant.
I told them all about meeting Henry and discussing a possible change in banks, not possible, but a needed change. That got Ken’s attention. I told Ken to get with Cliff and set up a meeting at our offices to review what we had to do, and will do, to change banks, preferably one or two days after Kyle’s note was due. I didn’t want it to look like this was premeditated, but as a reaction to what I thought the banks reaction to Kyle paying off the note might be. Ken said he understood, and they’d work to make sure that happened.
“Everything in place to have Invescor set up a separate contract with Kyle, as if we were becoming a partner in his business? Carson all on board, noting this is really a temporary loan and not a working agreement?” I asked.
“Yes, Carson’s well aware we’re not going to be working with Kyle in the normal sense of an agreement between a partner and Invescor. Although, to anyone looking into it, it would appear to be a partnership with a capital investment company,” Jordan assured me, along with Nate.
“Funds ready to transfer into First National at the end of the day they are due?” I asked. Ken assured me it was all in place, and there would be no errors in making it happen on a timely basis. I felt a sense of relief. “Give me the contract in the next couple of days. I’ll have Kyle sign it, so it’s legit. We need to have someone else witness it, other than any of us. I’ll see who he can get that we can trust to take care of it, so no one else is aware we are involved in any way,” I explained. “Oh, which brings me to another point we need to strategize on,” I told them, getting their attention.
“Good grief. Now what?” Jordan asked.
“There is a possibility of some shenanigans that might take place out of the confusion of who owns the property, the day after the note is due. I have a feeling none of the crazies involved, Weinstein and Seward, will know the bank note was paid off. I have a sneaky suspicion that, correct me if I’m wrong, but the equipment might show up and start knocking down buildings that day. No matter how hard Kyle will try to explain to those guys they’re trespassing, as he still owns the property, it might happen. Kyle will need legal representation to sue their asses if that should happen. Jordan, who do you suggest to handle the cases for Kyle, if that should happen, as I can’t have you and Nate representing him, for obvious reasons,” I explained.
“I’ll get my old law firm to represent him. In fact, we’ll have them handle the paperwork with Invescor, setting up that agreement. A thought just struck me. If someone is in deep shit and needs the best legal representation there is to be had in this town, they’re going to want to use Baxter, the mean attorney we used in Trent’s case to get him out of jail in Phoenix. If we put my old law firm on a retainer as part of the Invescor agreement, to handle all that, they have to represent us in any law suits, making them ineligible to work with or represent Seward or Weinstein. If there are any criminal charges against any of them or their sons, they can’t use Baxter, to represent them. The best thing about that is, I can’t think of anyone else in this town capable of handling any type of suit like that. We will effectively bar them from using my old firm. They will be SOL, so to speak,” Jordan explained.,
“Brilliant,” I replied. “That’s the kind of devious thinking we need to deal with devious people.” Jordan seemed rather proud of himself for coming up with that strategy. I was proud of him also.
“I’ll have Carson contact my old firm, telling them Invescor will be the controlling interest in this new arrangement with Kyle, and their firm came highly recommended to handle legal matters on our end. They’ll set up a retainer for the firm to handle the capital investment contract and any legal matters the new organization might have come before it in the transition or afterwards. My old firm will jump at a relationship like that. This will be great. I could reach out to one of my colleagues over there to set this up. He’d be bound not to disclose anything about how Invescor got involved with them, other than through a reference, but that could come from anywhere, anytime. This is going to be great,” Jordan proclaimed.
“I love it when a plan comes together like this. I agree, this might be fun to watch unfold. I just have to find the right way to present it to Kyle and have him go along with it. I don’t see a problem there, but this is above his head, somewhat, and he’s already been screwed severely. I think we have him in a place where he trusts us, but you never know. Still, he doesn’t have any alternative, when you think about it,” I explained. They all agreed, but knew it was up to me to make Kyle understand and go along with it. I was also reminded, time was of the essence, and we needed to get the banking stuff finalized this week at the latest, the attorney on-line and Kyle in agreement. I told them I had Kyle, Carson had the attorney and Ken had the banker. “Ken, be careful with Henry, as he’s my psych doctor’s significant other, and he’s hot. I’m telling you, just watch yourself around him, as you’re going to want him to fuck you for sure,” I teased. Ken threw a wadded-up napkin at me.
“We’ll be totally professional, Josh. No worries,” Ken replied. I told him I was glad he could be with Henry, as I’d be concerned if I was dealing with him, not knowing if I could control myself. They all laughed. Jordan said he needed to sit in on that meeting. I told him to go for it.
“Okay, now we need to talk about Cameron. Who wants to work with him first?” I asked. They all kind of stared into space.
“I need the help, so I guess he can start with me. Jonas can have him work on the consolidation of accounts with Curtis and the bullpen. There’s less social interaction there, until they take breaks and shoot the shit,” Ken replied. “Oh, and we may need help with the transition from First National to First Central. He could be of help there,” Ken replied.
“He has a photographic memory, just so you know. He doesn’t forget anything. He’s like a sponge, soaking up information, but doesn’t like to talk much. Just so you know what you’re dealing with. Try to make him laugh if you can. I have to prove to Dr. Wayne we can make him laugh and engage him with what we do. I swear, we’re going to help this kid if it kills us,” I told them. I gave Ken, Rogers information, telling Ken to get in touch with him and set up a time for Cam to come by and meet the guys, then get him started. He said he’d call him this afternoon and get the ball rolling. I applauded his efforts.
“Oh, and is there anything you want to tell us about your replacement TA, Dennis?” I asked Ken curiously. Ken looked confused. “Ken, he’s a strange dude lately. Thad and I don’t know how to handle him. Is he gay or not?” I asked. Ken shrugged his shoulders.
“Honestly, you probably know him better than I do, having spent this much time with him. I only worked with him a short time. I didn’t socialize with him at all, so I don’t really know him, Josh. Sorry, I’m not more help, but I just don’t know him that well,” Ken replied. I shook my head.
“Okay, just wondering, as he sending us all kinds of strange vibes. Something about his roommate has him all rattled. The roommate is a flaming redhead. Seems like a nice enough guy. Looks like he has a big cock too, from the bulge in his jeans. Not sure about his sexual orientation, but pretty sure Dennis either plays on our team, or wishes he could. I just don’t know. Supposedly, he wants to talk to Thad and me about something he has on his mind. I guess we’ll just have to hear what he has to say, and go from there.” Ken apologized he didn’t know him better to give us an opinion. I told him, maybe it was for the best he didn’t know him better.
Thad came and got me to go to accounting. I had been talking so much, I hadn’t hardly eaten anything. I gulped down the rest of my hamburger quickly, then downed my ice tea. I thanked the guys for a great meeting, then headed out with Thad, who had Dennis’ lunch with him.
“Any thoughts about how Dennis is today?” I asked, Thad. Thad shook his head.
“Your guess is as good as mine, Josh. I can’t take much more of his craziness. Something is going on in that head of his, but it’s beyond us as to what the hell that is,” Thad replied. I had to agree.
Dennis seemed happy to see us, but worried at the same time. “Hey, Dennis, how was your weekend?” I asked, trying to be cordial and upbeat, making small conversation, hoping we wouldn’t take off on some weird tangent. He never answered my question, but instead, asked me one.
“Would it be okay if I stopped by the bar later and talk to the two of you?” he asked, as he opened the bag to take out the lunch we brought him. “Oh, wow, this looks like a great lunch today. Damn, there all fantastic. I really do have to meet this chef of yours. He’s just too good.
“Thad and I have to agree with you on that. Fritz is fantastic. You should drop by more often and eat dinner sometime. Hell, bring Phoenix with you, if you want, as long as he doesn’t get creepy on us,” I jested. Dennis didn’t laugh.
“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you two about, if you don’t mind,” Dennis commented. I looked surprised. “Is it okay if I come by then, maybe around 5:00?” he asked. I told him I was back from swim practice by then, so he might as well stop by and have a beer with us. “I really appreciate you doing this, guys. Maybe things will make a little more sense to you, once I explain everything.” We told him we weren’t sure how we could help, but we were certainly willing to listen. Dennis said he appreciated that very much.
“Any excitement in your business world lately?” Dennis asked.
“Well, I haven’t had to fire anyone or run anyone off. Pretty much business as usual. We had one of our original shareholders stop by this weekend. Greer was in Chicago finishing up some things for the transitional period with Invescor, our capital management company there. We got a lot done while he was here. We set him up on a retainer to do additional work for us. I really think he misses us, actually. We kind of miss him too, so the week he spent in Chicago helped us both out,” I explained. Dennis looked about half interested in what I had to say, and more interested in what he was eating and his own thoughts. “You okay, Dennis? Anything we need to talk about now, or need to know for later?” I asked, somewhat concerned.
“No, later is fine. We don’t have enough time to do it justice now. Later is fine,” he replied, rather nonchalantly. Thad and I looked at one another, shrugging our shoulders. Then Dennis got up, dropped his skinny jeans to his knees, revealing that large piece of meat he had straining to get out of his bikini briefs. He pulled his shirttail down, then hiked up his skinny jeans and buttoned up. “I guess we’re good to go to class,” he said, then picked up his briefcase and walked beside us down the hallway to the classroom. Nothing much was said on our way down there. Hell, Thad and I weren’t sure what to say to him anymore. We kind of thought the teasing we started off with, really wasn’t something he enjoyed, and we didn’t want anything weird coming at us again, so silence seemed to do well, in our minds anyway.
After class, Dennis said he’d see us at the bar at 5:00. We told hm we’d be there. Thad and I speculated as to what in the heck he wanted to talk to us about. Neither one of us had a clue, but did think it had something to do with Phee. We weren’t sure what their relationship was like. We knew Phee had a girlfriend, but weren’t sure what that had to do with Dennis, with them just being roommates and all. At this point, everything about Dennis was weird and perplexing. I was beginning to think Ken should have just fixed us up with a normal TA, not Dennis, as there was nothing normal about him anymore. I told Thad, Ken was totally in the dark about Dennis. I told Thad, Ken thought we knew him better than he did, having spent all these weeks of classes with him, and dropping in on him before class, like we used to do with Ken.
Thad told me he’d get Cliff to contact Henry at First Central and set up a meeting with him in a non-public place, asking if maybe we could use the office at the bar for that. Thad said later, Henry could meet at our office conference room with Nate, Ken and Jordan, but didn’t think Cliff should be there at the same time. If Cliff was going to hear what Henry’s offer was for Cliff to work with them, then that meeting should take place in a neutral setting. I told him, our office at the bar would be perfect for the meeting of the two of them. Once they got their terms agreed to, then Jordan, Ken and Nate could meet with Henry at our office conference room downtown. I told Thad, as much as we had going on, we needed our own office building done soon. Thad agreed, as we looked at the structure being built, not looking like it was anywhere near completion.
Zach and I walked to the Natatorium together for swim practice. He asked me if we had a good time with Greer when he was here. I told him we did, and Greer really appreciated being back and part of the group again. Zach said he was glad to hear it, as he knew how helpful Greer had been in putting Stoney Enterprises together. Then Zach asked me what the heck was bugging Tim yesterday and today. I told Zach, I wasn’t sure, but was hoping maybe he might be in better mood this afternoon, once Lacrosse practice was over and they found out how Harvey faired in vote of confidence. I had to explain to Zach what was going on.
“Why does he even bother himself with anything having to do with Harvey, Josh? Is he nuts?” Zach asked. I told Zach, I didn’t think so, but there was something about Harvey, in Tim’s mind, that just wouldn’t go away. “I think Tim secretly admires the guy, even though Harvey treats him and all of us like shit. It might be like a bad-boy syndrome, you know, like when girls like to date bad boys, because they’re macho and shit. Maybe Tim likes guys like Harvey, that demand attention and are outspoken. I don’t see it, but maybe there’s something to it,” Zach commented. I chuckled, telling him who knew anything when it came to guys like Harvey.
The guys were all there at the lockers getting changed. Les slapped me on my bare leg with his cock, telling me his ass was hungry and I needed to feed it. I told him he had Andy and Trevor for that. Les told me he still missed me. I told him my dick was booked solid for months, so he needed to find new ones or stick with Andy and Trevor. Andy said he needed a break. Les asked about Rod, Tyler and Lonnie, saying how great that was when they were shooting that porno. I told Les, I thought the boys had retired from porno making, as far as I knew, although, according to them, the video they made was a hit, and the producers wanted them to make more. Les said he and Brandon would be more than willing to do more, if given the opportunity. I told Les, he could talk to Rod and get the information for the producer, to see if he and Brandon could put together a crew to make more. Les said, it sounded intriguing. I told him I did not think it was such a great idea, as once and done wasn’t bad, but if they appeared in more, then they might get stereotyped. Les said, as long as he and Brandon got fucked, and regularly, he didn’t care about being stereotyped. I had to laugh. Allen suggested possibly using the new game room we were building at the house, as a possible studio to shoot gay porn. I told him to forget he ever mentioned that. He laughed, telling me he was joking. From the look on Les’ face, he didn’t think it was a joke, and was serious. I told them all to forget we even had this conversation.
We practiced rather hard, trying to work off some of the weekend, actually. It felt good gliding through the water. I felt good about my speed, but I knew I needed to hit the exercise area more. I figured we’d do some tonight, but wasn’t sure of how much, depending on how horny Dylan was. I kind of knew the answer to that question, actually. After practice, I asked Ethan if he and Dustin were coming over to study. Ethan said he was going back to the bar with us, then staying to study tonight. He had no idea what Dustin was doing. I dropped the subject.
We had just enough time to get rid of our go-bags and find out what was going on, once we got back to the bar. Cliff stopped in, knowing that Thad had a meeting with me at 5:00. I had just enough time to fill him in on my conversation with Henry. He said, he thought as much, as Henry had already contacted him to set up a meeting. They were going to meet tomorrow here at the bar in the afternoon. He thanked me for the use of our office, saying it was actually a perfect place to meet. I told him to knock himself out, but get it all done and make the change happen. He said I should consider it handled. I asked if there was any further scuttlebutt at the bank as to Kyle’s properties. Cliff shook his head.
“I saw the paperwork today for the transfer of Kyle’s property to the bank. Then I saw an immediate bill of sale drawn up to transfer the property to a new LLC, with the principles of Weinstein and Seward. Hastings has no idea I saw that paperwork. Hell, he probably thought it wouldn’t mean anything to me anyway. His admin assistant had the paperwork ready to give to him after he got back from lunch. He took a late lunch, presumably meeting with Weinstein and Seward. Boy is he going to be shocked when he finds out all that was for nothing. Shits really going to hit the fan, when they can’t sell the property to the University and default on that deal. It’s kind of exciting. I actually am excited to see the shit hit the fan on this deal. I shouldn’t say that, but I am,” Cliff stated. I told him I was rather looking forward to it myself, but no one could ever know we were involved. Cliff said that would not be a problem. I gave him a quick hug.
Dennis came walking in the door and came over to Thad and me. Cliff excused himself, and took off. Dennis watched him walk away. “Nice looking young man,” Dennis commented. I shook my head. Thad came right out and told Dennis, that Cliff was his boyfriend. Dennis smiled, saying Thad had good taste. I asked him if he wanted a beer. He said he might need several to get through what he wanted to talk to us about. I had Eric bring two for Dennis and one a piece for Thad and me. I ushered Dennis into the office, and we sat at our small conference table. Eric sat the beers down, then disappeared, shutting the door behind him.
“Well, this is kind of neat place to meet,” Dennis commented, looking around, seemingly nervous about something. He asked how long we’d had the bar. We got involved in small talk, me telling him more about the bar, and that we had a nice new apartment upstairs, where some of us lived. Then I told him he obviously didn’t come here to discuss the bar, so what was on his mind. He cleared his throat.
“Guys, being gay, like you are, I thought maybe you could give me some advice on the affairs of the heart regarding gay relationships,” Dennis started to say. Thad and I were all ears.
“Are you gay, Dennis. It would help to know that up front, so we can kind of understand what you’re trying to tell us, as it makes a world of difference,” I told him. He looked a little shocked, but then regained his composure.
“I’m not sure, really, but I suspect I am,” he replied. I gave him a questionable look, like you either are, or you aren’t. He saw my confused look. “Look, I haven’t had any gay sexual relationships, well that count anyway, but I think I’d like to. I mean, I know I’d like to. Fuck, I think about it all the time. Okay, I said it. Now my big secret is out,” he stated, somewhat upset. I patted him on the shoulder.
“Easy, Dennis. You’re among friends here. We’re not here to judge you, but hopefully help you with what you want to know,” I replied. He seemed to settle down some, saying he hoped we could. I told him to continue. He took a large swallow of beer, downing almost half the glass of his first beer.
“Well, it seems I have a bit of a problem that I have no idea how to handle, and it’s driving me crazy,” Dennis started. Thad and I were all ears. Dennis paused, then took another sip of beer. You both have met Phoenix, my roommate. From the time we’ve met, I’ve always had a secret crush on him. It was little at first, just kind of admiring him from afar, not getting too personal or anything, although he’s been flirtatious with me for some time. The problem is, that little crush is growing into an obsession, and it’s driving me crazy,” Dennis confessed.
“Does Phee know you have feelings for him that way?” I asked, curiously.
“Oh, I think he does, and uses it to his advantage. I mean, I’m kind of an open book. You can see my emotions on my face. I’d have to wear a mask continually to hide my emotions. Anyway, he’s into the nudity thing. Not so much at first, but was we got used to being roommates, he gradually went from running around our apartment in his briefs to not wearing anything at all. He told me I was a prude if I didn’t do it also. While I liked seeing, what I was seeing, as damn, he’s hot, and I mean damn hot, I figured I needed to join the program, and enjoy the sights or risk them going away. That took a lot of courage and hiding numerous erections. As you know my penis isn’t that small. To make matters worse, Phee tells me what a great cock I have, and how he wishes his was like mine. He calls it a work of art. He stares at it occasionally, embarrassing me to no end,” Dennis explained.
“Have you offered to let him touch it or handle it at all?” I asked. Dennis frowned.
“Yes, several times, almost begging him at times. He says that would be too gay, and were great friends, not gay friends. I told him, it was just the two of us, and no one would know anyway, so what’s the big deal. I told him, I’d be happy to touch his if he wanted to touch mine, so we’d both be guilty, and not be able to hold anything over the other. He said no dude has ever touched his cock, and he prefers it stay that way, although he wouldn’t mind feeling mine just to see what it felt like,” Dennis commented.
“So, did he feel it?” I asked. Dennis shrugged.
“No, the idiot chickened out. But we’ll be sitting around, and I’ll catch him staring at my cock and then gently stroking his. I mean he has a nice cock. It’s a grower, not a shower, but it grows to a very nice size. Oh, how I think I’d love to get that in my mouth and suck it for all it’s worth,” Dennis said, working himself up some.
“So, you have sucked cock then?” I asked. Dennis looked sad.
“No, haven’t had the opportunity, but I watch gay porno at times, when I need to relive the frustration of watching him naked, and thinking of all the hot things we could be doing together if he’d just let us. I’m sure I’d love it,” Dennis replied. I rolled my eyes.
“Has any guy sucked you off before?” I asked. Dennis shook his head sadly, ‘no’. I shook my head. “What’s stopping you from sucking and getting sucked, or going full tilt, having sex with another guy?” I asked.
“I, I, just don’t know how to go about finding a way to get into a situation like that for it to happen. I guess I’m shy that way,” Dennis replied.
“Dennis, you don’t seem to have a problem flashing that beast in front of Thad and me. I guarantee if you flashed that around at the Arena gym, you’d have lips on that monster in a heartbeat. All you have to do is to let it hang out in the locker room and you’ll have all kinds of invitations to have lips on that monster or, better yet, stick it up some dude’s asshole. I’m telling you, your dick is your own advertisement when it comes to looking for sex,” I advised him. Dennis just kind of stared thinking about what I suggested.
“Josh, I’d kind of like it to be with someone I knew and trusted, like Phee for example. All he’d have to say is ‘yes’ and my lips would be all over his dick, and he could do whatever he wanted to do with my dick or any other part of me. I just want him in the worst way. The tension is building even stronger now, because he continues to egg me on,” Dennis explained. I asked Dennis what Phee was doing to tease him.
“His girlfriend comes over often, let’s say, at least two to three times a week. She gets naked with Phee and me. I told him I could leave when she comes to give him some privacy. No, that’s not good enough for him. He wants to fuck her in front of me, then wants me to fuck her also. I told him that was weird. He says she loves multiple partners, and I needed to help him out, so he could keep her coming over. Not wanting to be ‘gay’ for Heaven’s sake, in front of him, I had to prove I was hetero enough to fuck the poor girl. One time he took her in the ass and I took her in her pussy. I could feel our dicks rubbing together when we did that. I thought I was going to blow that fucking condom to pieces, I came so hard and fast. He told me to slow down and enjoy it some, as it was the greatest feeling fucking her like that, together like we were. I kept thinking we don’t need her, Phee. We can do this on our own, and it would be so much better. Then he tells me he gets off watching my dick go in and out of her pussy while she sucks his cock. I’m telling you, my nose, at times has been almost up against his cock while she’s sucking him and I’m fucking her. Again, I blow a huge load in my condom. One time I reached for his ass, just to squeeze his ass cheek, thinking we were all lost in a trance of euphoric lust, not realizing I was even reaching for him. He grabbed my hand and put it on her, telling me to feel the female, not him. I apologized, not realizing what I was doing. He smiled at me and said, this is so much fun doing this together. Good grief, it’s driving me crazy. Then I have to watch him spray his cum all over her, emptying his balls on her titties, and slapping his cock on her ass, and slinging his cum all over the place. I did get to sneak some of that to taste, and it damn near made me cum again. I got an immediate boner. He laughed at me, telling me I must really be horny to have recovered that fast, my big boner ready for action again. I swear his girlfriend is a nympho of sorts. But, at least I get to see him hard, get to see him fuck, sometimes his cock up against mine inside his girlfriend, and get to see him cum, occasionally getting to eat some of it. Is that gross, eating cum?” Dennis asked, making a face. Thad and I chuckled.
“No, not at all. It’s kind of a turn on in a way for us gay guys, Dennis,” I explained.
“Then to make matters worse, sometimes after sex, we take a shower together in our bathtub shower. He says it saves on the water bill. He’s very frugal that way. Then he hugs me from behind, with his semi-hard cock up against my ass, and teasingly dry humps me, telling me if we were just gay, he could slide his hot dick up my sweet ass and fuck me silly. One time, I told him to go ahead and try it, as we might find out we liked it. He just laughed, saying that would be too gay. I don’t know, guys. You’d swear by the way we acted in our apartment, we both were gay, so what the hell. We might as well enjoy the benefits of our teasing, the way I look at it. I can’t convince him. The thing that really gets me is, I think he knows I want him in the worst way, and he enjoys tormenting me to no end. It’s like edging. He just keeps pouring it on, and teasing me senseless, but we never get to touch or do anything I’d love to do. It’s torture. I’m telling you, he’s torturing me mentally,” Dennis remarked, then downed the rest of his beer and half of the second one.
“Why don’t you just come out and tell him you think you’re gay, and if he doesn’t want any part of that in a relationship, then you think the two of you need to separate paths. You find a gay roommate, and he finds another straight guy to fuck his girlfriend with. That ends the frustration and sexual tension between the two of you,” I suggested.
“Oh, if it were that simple, Josh. I’ve thought about it, you don’t know how many times. I think he knows when he’s got me to the brink, then he capitulates some. He starts being really chummy, which only leads to more frustration, kind of leading me on, like we might be getting close to actually having a physical relationship. He’ll say something like my ass is really tempting his cock lately. I’ll tell him to try to out and see if we both like it, as I don’t care, and I’ll never tell anyone, so what’s the big deal. Then he’ll say, one of these days, you and I are going to rumble, for whatever that means. I was just to the point I was going to suggest we part ways, when he hugged me in the shower and dry humped me. He knew he was driving me crazy. He had to know. But, in my mind, we were making progress, and I’m still hanging in there, hoping beyond hope, it won’t be a dry hump the next time, that I’ll feel his big cock inside me trying to rip my ass apart. One can only hope it’s eventually going to happen,” Dennis said, hopefully.
“If he’s really straight, Dennis, the odds of that happening are almost non-existent, unless you get him so drunk some night, he loses control,” I replied.
“Oh, I tried that. I got him shitfaced. I acted like I was shitfaced also, but I wasn’t. I did get my hand on his dick that night, but only for a few seconds, as he had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Not sure if he realizes I actually touched his cock or not. He came back after blowing chow with his boxers on, saying he was going to bed. He didn’t say goodnight or anything, just took off to his bedroom. Oh, and get this, occasionally in the mornings, he’ll slip into bed with me, and dry hump me from behind to wake me up. I’ll turn over and he’ll laugh, saying he knew that would wake me up. Then he jumps out of bed before I can do anything with him. He’s terrible, I’m telling you. He’s absolutely terrible,” Dennis reiterated.
“So, if man is the architect of is own destiny, what are you going to do to stop the agony he’s providing for you? You and you alone can control what your overall fate is, Dennis. Up to now, you’ve given him complete control,” I warned. Dennis shrugged.
“I need a plan, guys. I really need a plan. I was hoping you guys could council me on what I need to do. What do I have to do here, as I’m at my wits’ end,” he said, as if he was exasperated.
Sunday get-togethers at the house were always a good time, a chance to relax, drink some good beer and commune with each other and friends. Somehow that time brought us all closer together. We tried to avoid business, unless it was necessary. Allen was right, we needed the time together because the rest of the week was hectic, to say the least. Everyone seemed to have a great time together, even our straight friends joining in. Even Iggy had a great time. He was extremely well fed and received tons of attention, something he seemed starved for. Allen had become his new best friend, feeding him steak of all things.
We had some studying to do, so we all got dressed and left a little after 8:00. There were a lot of bro hugs and some kisses, before we took off. Jake was going to drop Rod’s group off, and I was going to follow Kyle and Iggy home, just to make sure there were no surprises at his apartment. Dylan and Blake came with me. We parked behind Kyle’s pickup in his parking area, then got out and followed him into his lower apartment. All seemed to be okay. We all check all the rooms. Kyle said, while he mainly lived in his ower apartment, he and Iggy slept upstairs in the model apartment, not wanting anyone to be climbing in a window coming after him. We all agreed that was a good idea.
“I set up a couple of security cameras on the eves, where no one could spray paint them, Josh. They’re motion sensitive, so if any one moves in their range, they record whatever is there. We can run the footage fairly quick and see if there was anything,” Kyle, explained, as he opened his closet where his security equipment was stored. He looked at the recording meter to see if anything had recorded since the last time he checked. Nothing had, so all was good. I asked him if he wanted us to go upstairs with him and check that out. He said we really didn’t need to, but he appreciated it anyway. I told him, I wanted to know he was safe, so to indulge our curiosity. He told me I was sweet, then we headed upstairs through a main hallway. Kyle used his key to open the door, then turned on the lights. All seemed good, but we checked the rooms anyway. Satisfied Kyle was safe, we all hugged him, then headed home. He said he’d see us tomorrow night for dinner.
“Do you think those idiot guys will try anything else before, whatever you’re planning on doing, is done?” Blake asked on our way home.
“I’m not sure, but not taking any chances. Kyle is all alone. Those guys know that, which is a perfect opportunity to scare the hell out of him, and intimidate him enough, he’ll want to leave. We just have to be careful. We don’t know what those two are capable of doing. Look at poor Cam, what they did to him. I know he was very young and vulnerable at the time, but so were Simon and Spence. Everyone is grown up now, so that makes them even more dangerous. We just can’t be too careful. I just wish he wasn’t staying there alone,” I told the guys. “Since Dustin is gone, I wouldn’t mind him staying with us, until everything is resolved.”
“Great, that would mean Iggy could stay with us also. We could have a blast with him,” Dylan commented. Blake and I laughed, knowing that was an understatement. I told the guys I’d ask Kyle if he might want to stay with us, but I was sure he’d decline, wanting to be on his property to protect it, if anyone tried to do anything. I could see his point, but I was growing more concerned about him being by himself, even with Iggy, who could be befriended with any kind of food.
I was surprised to see Wes at the apartment when we got back. He and Tim were still trying to sort out the Harvey thing. I was actually tired of talking about Harvey, thinking the idiot took up too much or our time, and certainly wasn’t worth that. We stripped down to our skivvies to join them. I asked them if they wanted beer or ice tea. We all thought we had enough beer for the night, so ice tea sounded good at the time.
“So, what did you guys come up with, or did you come up with anything, short of sending Harvey home?” I asked. Tim didn’t like that question, I could tell.
“Tim and I are going to talk to our coach tomorrow morning and get his take on it. I’m sure coach will want a full apology from Harvey, possibly even a suspension for the way he’s been acting. Tim got me to agree to help him counsel Harvey, although I’m not sure it’ll do any good, but I guess we can try,” Wes replied. I gave Tim a strange look, as if to ask why he was bothering to try to help Harvey at all. He looked a little sheepish.
“Not sure what any of that will do, if anything. Narcissists don’t change. Personally, I think you’re both wasting your time, and just asking for more grief. But, that’s my opinion, and we all know opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one,” I chided. Wes chuckled, but Tim remained stoic. “Is your coach going to let Harvey remain captain? Would he do that?” I asked, concerned.
“Don’t know, but Tim says if we pledge to help the guy and counsel him, with Harvey’s apologies to the team, and his pledge to behave and treat our teammates like a team instead of dictating to them, yelling and trying to belittle them, then maybe he’ll give Harvey a second chance,” Wes replied. I gave Tim another strange look.
“Tim, why are you doing this? It’s just going to bring more heartaches and trouble for both of you guys. I know you have a big heart, and I love that you do, but sometimes you just know when it’s time to give up. We’re past that point with Harvey. The only love he has is for himself,” I explained, trying to be understanding, but realistic at the same time.
“Josh, I have to try. Look what you did with Dylan. You hung in there when you thought you should have given up. Look what you’re doing with Cam now. Those are almost insurmountable odds there, but you’re going to try to help him. Look what you did for your friend, Dawson. That was over and above, and he was almost narcissistic like Harvey. Let me have my chance to see if Harvey can be saved also. If he loses out on being captain tomorrow, he has nothing left. He’s lost his friends and, his team. I’m gone. He’s lost everything. He’ll be a basket case, and possibly self-destructive. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to help him in some way,” Tim replied. I wasn’t sure what to say, seeing how Tim basically was following what he thought I might have done, and did with others.
“Other than Dawson, who turned out to have a brain tumor, none of the guys I tried to help were narcissistic. One of the best friends I helped, I rescued from a narcissistic roommate and helped him find himself. That was you. Rescuing you, I thought I could protect you from people like Harvey, but I guess you still like living dangerously. What you do to help him is up to you. I guess we’ll all be here to pick up the pieces when you fall apart, thinking you have failed, when there was no way you could ever succeed in what you’re trying to do. It’s your decision. If you think you have a shot at helping him, and turning him around, then take it, by all means. I’m just worried about you. Wes, what do you really think?” I asked him. I could tell Wes didn’t really want to commit to helping Harvey, but since Tim was almost insistent he help convince the coach we needed to keep Harvey as captain, he was going along with Tim.
“Honestly, I think it’s a lost cause. But, at least we can tell ourselves we did everything we possibly could to help him, and if we don’t succeed, it’s all Harvey’s fault, and we’re right back to where we started from,” Wes replied.
“Did you ask Blake what he thought?” I asked Tim, who gave me a strange look.
“Why would I ask Blake? He’s not involved,” Tim asked, somewhat concerned I would ask that question.
“He deeply cares about you, Tim. He cares about your well-being, as much as, if not more, than the rest of us,” I explained.
“If Tim thinks he can help him and is willing to do it, then I have to support him, Josh,” Blake said, inserting himself into the discussion. Tim wasn’t sure what to say.
“What does Leo think?” I asked, hearing nothing out of Tim for Blake’s support which deeply disturbed me, but thinking it best to move one before Tim said something damaging to his and Blake’s relationship.
“Leo would just as soon hang Harvey by his balls and shit down his throat,” Wes replied, getting a strange look from Tim, but a chuckle from the rest of us. “Leo has no patience for Harvey anymore, Josh. Harvey has tormented him something terribly, especially when he found out his penis was as small as it was,” Wes explained. “Harvey’s been relentless in belittling Leo for his lack for prowess. God help us if he finds out Leo is gay. We will see a shitstorm of gay bashing unleashed if that should ever happen,” Wes added.
“Does Harvey know Tim is gay? Surely, he has to know that,” I asked.
“I’m guessing he does, as Tim lives here with you guys. Harvey’s reluctant to bash Tim, although he’s come close, mainly because Tim is the only ally he has any faith in helping him out. Should Harvey ever get mad at Tim again, you can bet your balls, Harvey will unleash on him too. See, Tim, that’s what I’m saying. Harvey is extremely homophobic. We all know that. Still he dips his dick in Jack’s ass occasionally, but Harvey’s not gay for doing something like that. In his mind, he’s just using Jack as a form of masturbation, just getting his rocks off. I mean, come on,” Wes said, shaking his head.
“Well, you fuck Leo, Wes. Does that make you gay?” Tim retorted. Wes had to stop and think.
“I guess in some form, it kind of does. I still like and prefer girls, I think anyway, although I have to say, I’m really starting to care about all you guys. At the least, I’d say I have to be bi-sexual, maybe? I mainly started taking care of Leo because I wanted to help him out, thinking, what the heck, it can’t be all that bad. It isn’t all that bad. Hell, it’s kind of nice, sharing yourself like that with close friends, showing you really care. It’s meant the world to Leo, and he’s a lot happier person these days. That is, unless he’s around Harvey,” Wes added.
“How do you feel about kissing a guy, Wes?” I asked him, giving him a smile.
“I’m okay with that. Leo and I kiss while I take care of his ass. It’s kind of nice. Brings us closer together,” Wes replied.
“Have you ever thought about having sex with anyone else but Leo?” I asked. “Tell me if I’m getting too personal,” I added. He smiled.
“It’s crossed my mind, but I’m okay taking care of Leo and living my regular life. Still, if it came up somehow, like with guys like you that I care about, it could happen,” he stated. Tim smiled at him. “Don’t get too excited, as I’m a novice at this. I’m not even sure if I do it right, although Leo says I’m damn good. While I’m not adverse to others, I’m in no hurry to branch out from Leo either. I’m good just taking care of him. He really likes Allen and OBB for sure, then I fill in the blanks at times. I do love sleeping with him and holding him in my arms at night. He says I make him feel secure and safe, when I spoon him at night. I like that also,” Wes admitted. I thought that was nice.
“We all think that’s sweet of you, Wes. Leo couldn’t have a better friend than you. We’re all blessed to have you as a friend also,” I told him, making him smile. “So you guys are going to talk to your coach, tell him that Harvey’s going to apologize to the team, admit to the team he is so wrong on so many things, but tell them you two guys are going to counsel him. Harvey’s going to pledge to be a different person and unite the team as a captain should, and not destroy the fabric that holds you guys together. So, that’s the plan?” I asked, summarizing what they indicated to us.
“That’s the plan. Don’t know if coach will buy it or not, or what he might change, but Harvey will know we did everything we could to give him another chance. He has to know this is probably the last chance he’ll get, so he has to buck up and play nice,” Wes replied.
“You prepared to step in as captain if your coach says you need to, Wes?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.
“If it’s that, or we lose the team, causing it to fall apart, I guess I’ll have to, Josh. The team is the most important issue here. We have to do what’s right for the team. I won’t compromise on that,” Wes replied. I told Wes he was a great guy and true leader. Even Tim admitted he was.
Wes said, while he enjoyed the counseling tonight, the earlier part of the evening and sitting here staring at our mostly naked bodies, he joked, Leo was back at the room by himself, and he needed to head that way. He was glad they had some kind of a game plan for tomorrow, even if it wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped for. He said Tim could let us know how it turned out.
Wes got dressed, then hugged us all before he left. I gave him a kiss on the lips for the first time. He smiled at me, telling me that was nice. Then Jake said he wanted one also. Even Blake kissed him. Tim hugged him, but didn’t go back for a kiss after hugging him. That surprised me, as much as I thought Tim cared about Wes. Wes was definitely a genuine friend and frat brother. Wes took off. I could tell Tim was uneasy after Wes left. He said he was going to bed, but it wasn’t that late yet. I gave him a hug and a kiss. Jake did also. Blake did too, telling him he’d be along a little later. Tim told him not to hurry, which kind of surprised us. Dylan was already in his room, possibly in bed. I decided to check on him.
I found him lying naked on his bed playing video games. His dick was laying over on his left leg, and is balls between is legs down on the bed, they stretched so far. “You good tonight?” I asked. He smiled.
“I’d be even better if you fucked this ass of mine,” he said, rolling over to offer up his tight ass. I chuckled.
“Didn’t you get enough of that last night with Dustin?” I asked.
“Yeh, but now it could be your turn,” he chided. I reminded him he had to work in the morning. He said he was good, but wanted to know if we could work out tomorrow night again after putting in some time at Rod’s. I told him that would be fine, unless something crazy happened. He told me there was no time for any craziness, as sex was important to take care of. I had to laugh, then bent over to kiss him good night. He pulled my head to his, then kissed me passionately.
“Wo, I think you made my dick hard with that one. I just might have to fuck you after all,” I chided. Dylan chuckled, then felt my cock through my briefs.
“You’re not hard. Don’t tease me like that,” he chided. I bent over and kissed him again, then teasingly stroked his cock, then fondled his loose balls some, making him giggle. “Okay, you keep that up, and you have to fuck me,” he warned. I told him goodnight and headed out, shutting the door behind me.
Blake told Jake and me, that he was really concerned about Tim, after tonight. I told Blake, I was also. Something was bugging him, and I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it might be. Blake said he felt like Tim was still connected to Harvey somehow, that he couldn’t let go for some reason.
“I know he can’t possibly love the guy, not the way Harvey has continually treated him, like he was nothing and Harvey was everything. I’m not sure if this is Tim’s way of showing Harvey, Tim is a better guy than Harvey, or what. My greatest fear is that he wants some kind of intimacy with Harvey, if nothing else to prove he can, proving to himself, Harvey has feelings for him. I don’t get it, but who knows?” I told them. Jake couldn’t imagine Tim wanting something like that. Blake said, as new to being gay, as he was, he wasn’t sure about anything, but something was definitely bothering Tim, who felt compelled to do something for Harvey. I told them I hoped it worked itself out soon, sending Tim back to us 100%. Blake said we could only hope.
Jake and I turned in earlier than usual, having had a full strenuous, but wonderful, night before with Greer. Greer sent me a text earlier, saying he got back on time and Samuel was extremely happy to have him back. He said he was heading to Samuel’s reception to help with that, but his ass was telling him how wonderful we had been to him the night before. He said he loved his overnight stay, meeting all the new guys and having so much fun at Gay Night. We were definitely his most loving friends, and he couldn’t love us enough. I sent him one back, telling him we couldn’t love him any more than we did. I got a smiley face back from him.
With the little extra time we gained going to bed earlier, Jake and I managed to heat up the sheets between the two of us, ending in cum covered bodies and sweating like we just finished a wrestling match. We finally held each other, lightly chatting and kissing at will, thinking about us and our crazy friends, and what all we were involved with these days. I playfully fondled his balls, and ran my fingers through a puddle of cum on his belly, making him giggle. He told me it was getting cold. I got out of bed, then leaned over and ran my tongue through our mutual puddle of cum, savoring what I could, then kissing him to share our essence together. Then I sucked his cock, cleaning it off. I got a wipe from the canister on the chest of drawers, and wiped him clean, after that, the alcohol making his balls feel like they were freezing, making us both laugh. Before, I could finish getting him perfectly cleaned up, he pulled me back into bed on top of him. We kissed passionately some more. I finally rolled over on my side and cuddled up against him, where I fell asleep.
Monday morning was tough, after the weekend we had. Zach and Brady made it lively in the shower, getting more amorous than ever in the mornings with Jake and me. We stopped short of fucking their hot asses, but we all emerged to dry off with raging hardons, almost demanding some kind of attention, not that we had time to give them any.
Blake was already eating breakfast, when we arrived in the kitchen, dressed and ready to go to class. Tim had already left. “So, how was Tim when you finally went to bed?” I asked Blake. He shook his head.
“He acted like he was sleeping, although I knew he wasn’t, so I asked him if there was anything he wanted to share with me that was bothering him. I told him I loved him and was always there to support him. He told me he was fine, but had to get over this hurdle with Harvey, as it was bugging him to death. I tried to cuddle with him, but he said he just needed to sleep. So, I left him alone. He was up before me this morning and took off,” Blake replied.
“Is he mad at you for some reason? I kind of think he’s unhappy with me, but you haven’t challenged him like I have. No need for him to be mad at you,” I told Blake. Blake shook his head.
“Don’t know. I guess he’ll work it all out, but then who knows,” Blake replied. I hugged Blake from behind, while he was still eating. I kissed him on the back of his head. He held my hands against his chest. Jake hugged him also. “You guys are the most loving friends I’ve ever had in my life. I couldn’t be more blessed than to have you guys,” Blake replied. That got him kisses from Jake and me, one more time. I told Zach and Brady that Blake needed a hug and kiss this morning. They were only too happy to oblige, telling Blake they loved him too.
Micro Econ was a breeze, but interesting to Jake and me. I was learning more about the theory of pricing, thinking to myself, this was kind of cool stuff to use when I finally graduated and got a job. Then I remembered I did have a job already, but hadn’t graduated yet. Bummer, I thought. Still, I was learning some important stuff to use in business.
We met Trevor, Andy, Thad and Blake at the SU for coffee before marketing. Today was our short one-hour class. Rod came by also and sat with us.
“Great time last night, Josh. Those steaks were fantastic. I’m still stuffed from last night. Lonnie still couldn’t get over Iggy tracking him down by smelling his undies. Oh, and you were hilarious also, Trevor, wanting to smell his briefs, to see if you could track him. You gay guys are so much more fun than straight guys,” Rod chided. We all laughed.
“Would have been one hell of a find, Rod. That boy is nicely hung for sure. Damn, would love to spend an hour in bed with that one,” Trevor exclaimed, much to Rod’s chagrin. He told Trevor, that was TMI. We all laughed.
Mary Ann was all chipper when we arrived in Marketing. She was even nice to Rod this time, more so than in the past. She was letting down her guard some. Ty brought us up to date on where we were and where we needed to be. We were on schedule, but he was concerned we might fall behind soon. He urged us to really put out the work this week in our labs. After class, Rod asked if we were coming over tonight to work on the house. I told him, I thought a few of us might. He reminded me to bring the beer. I told him I’d put it on his tab. He rolled his eyes, thinking he’d need a huge loan to pay that tab, should he ever have to pay it.
Blake asked me what I wanted to talk about at lunch today. I told him we needed a recap of what Jordan and Nate worked out with Greer and see if they thought it would help them. I also needed to brief them on meeting Henry, our soon to be new contact with our new bank, probably Cliff’s new boss. I told Thad, on our way back to the bar, about meeting Henry. Thad was elated to hear that. I told Thad I’d need Cliff to get in contact with Henry right away, as he was expecting him. Thad said he’d call him right away and tell him. I told Blake we also needed to set up some kind of schedule for Cameron, to start letting him work with some of our guys. Blake was busy making notes on his phone.
Jordan, Buzz, Nate and Ken arrived for lunch right on time. We sat at our regular business luncheon table. I told them we had a lot to cover this morning, so we needed to get into it right away. Nate and Jordan reported they set Greer up on a retainer of sorts, a schedule to go to Chicago once a quarter, which Nate said made Greer extremely happy. They said he would be working on some specific projects for us out of his law office in Key West when needed. They said he was extremely happy with his compensation for our needs. And, they said he had emailed them this morning, saying he had a terrific time with all of us this weekend, and we should bring him up here occasionally for meetings. I equated that to mean he needed a booty call occasionally. I told Nate and Jordan, that was on an as needed basis. They smiled, presumably knowing what that meant.
I told them all about meeting Henry and discussing a possible change in banks, not possible, but a needed change. That got Ken’s attention. I told Ken to get with Cliff and set up a meeting at our offices to review what we had to do, and will do, to change banks, preferably one or two days after Kyle’s note was due. I didn’t want it to look like this was premeditated, but as a reaction to what I thought the banks reaction to Kyle paying off the note might be. Ken said he understood, and they’d work to make sure that happened.
“Everything in place to have Invescor set up a separate contract with Kyle, as if we were becoming a partner in his business? Carson all on board, noting this is really a temporary loan and not a working agreement?” I asked.
“Yes, Carson’s well aware we’re not going to be working with Kyle in the normal sense of an agreement between a partner and Invescor. Although, to anyone looking into it, it would appear to be a partnership with a capital investment company,” Jordan assured me, along with Nate.
“Funds ready to transfer into First National at the end of the day they are due?” I asked. Ken assured me it was all in place, and there would be no errors in making it happen on a timely basis. I felt a sense of relief. “Give me the contract in the next couple of days. I’ll have Kyle sign it, so it’s legit. We need to have someone else witness it, other than any of us. I’ll see who he can get that we can trust to take care of it, so no one else is aware we are involved in any way,” I explained. “Oh, which brings me to another point we need to strategize on,” I told them, getting their attention.
“Good grief. Now what?” Jordan asked.
“There is a possibility of some shenanigans that might take place out of the confusion of who owns the property, the day after the note is due. I have a feeling none of the crazies involved, Weinstein and Seward, will know the bank note was paid off. I have a sneaky suspicion that, correct me if I’m wrong, but the equipment might show up and start knocking down buildings that day. No matter how hard Kyle will try to explain to those guys they’re trespassing, as he still owns the property, it might happen. Kyle will need legal representation to sue their asses if that should happen. Jordan, who do you suggest to handle the cases for Kyle, if that should happen, as I can’t have you and Nate representing him, for obvious reasons,” I explained.
“I’ll get my old law firm to represent him. In fact, we’ll have them handle the paperwork with Invescor, setting up that agreement. A thought just struck me. If someone is in deep shit and needs the best legal representation there is to be had in this town, they’re going to want to use Baxter, the mean attorney we used in Trent’s case to get him out of jail in Phoenix. If we put my old law firm on a retainer as part of the Invescor agreement, to handle all that, they have to represent us in any law suits, making them ineligible to work with or represent Seward or Weinstein. If there are any criminal charges against any of them or their sons, they can’t use Baxter, to represent them. The best thing about that is, I can’t think of anyone else in this town capable of handling any type of suit like that. We will effectively bar them from using my old firm. They will be SOL, so to speak,” Jordan explained.,
“Brilliant,” I replied. “That’s the kind of devious thinking we need to deal with devious people.” Jordan seemed rather proud of himself for coming up with that strategy. I was proud of him also.
“I’ll have Carson contact my old firm, telling them Invescor will be the controlling interest in this new arrangement with Kyle, and their firm came highly recommended to handle legal matters on our end. They’ll set up a retainer for the firm to handle the capital investment contract and any legal matters the new organization might have come before it in the transition or afterwards. My old firm will jump at a relationship like that. This will be great. I could reach out to one of my colleagues over there to set this up. He’d be bound not to disclose anything about how Invescor got involved with them, other than through a reference, but that could come from anywhere, anytime. This is going to be great,” Jordan proclaimed.
“I love it when a plan comes together like this. I agree, this might be fun to watch unfold. I just have to find the right way to present it to Kyle and have him go along with it. I don’t see a problem there, but this is above his head, somewhat, and he’s already been screwed severely. I think we have him in a place where he trusts us, but you never know. Still, he doesn’t have any alternative, when you think about it,” I explained. They all agreed, but knew it was up to me to make Kyle understand and go along with it. I was also reminded, time was of the essence, and we needed to get the banking stuff finalized this week at the latest, the attorney on-line and Kyle in agreement. I told them I had Kyle, Carson had the attorney and Ken had the banker. “Ken, be careful with Henry, as he’s my psych doctor’s significant other, and he’s hot. I’m telling you, just watch yourself around him, as you’re going to want him to fuck you for sure,” I teased. Ken threw a wadded-up napkin at me.
“We’ll be totally professional, Josh. No worries,” Ken replied. I told him I was glad he could be with Henry, as I’d be concerned if I was dealing with him, not knowing if I could control myself. They all laughed. Jordan said he needed to sit in on that meeting. I told him to go for it.
“Okay, now we need to talk about Cameron. Who wants to work with him first?” I asked. They all kind of stared into space.
“I need the help, so I guess he can start with me. Jonas can have him work on the consolidation of accounts with Curtis and the bullpen. There’s less social interaction there, until they take breaks and shoot the shit,” Ken replied. “Oh, and we may need help with the transition from First National to First Central. He could be of help there,” Ken replied.
“He has a photographic memory, just so you know. He doesn’t forget anything. He’s like a sponge, soaking up information, but doesn’t like to talk much. Just so you know what you’re dealing with. Try to make him laugh if you can. I have to prove to Dr. Wayne we can make him laugh and engage him with what we do. I swear, we’re going to help this kid if it kills us,” I told them. I gave Ken, Rogers information, telling Ken to get in touch with him and set up a time for Cam to come by and meet the guys, then get him started. He said he’d call him this afternoon and get the ball rolling. I applauded his efforts.
“Oh, and is there anything you want to tell us about your replacement TA, Dennis?” I asked Ken curiously. Ken looked confused. “Ken, he’s a strange dude lately. Thad and I don’t know how to handle him. Is he gay or not?” I asked. Ken shrugged his shoulders.
“Honestly, you probably know him better than I do, having spent this much time with him. I only worked with him a short time. I didn’t socialize with him at all, so I don’t really know him, Josh. Sorry, I’m not more help, but I just don’t know him that well,” Ken replied. I shook my head.
“Okay, just wondering, as he sending us all kinds of strange vibes. Something about his roommate has him all rattled. The roommate is a flaming redhead. Seems like a nice enough guy. Looks like he has a big cock too, from the bulge in his jeans. Not sure about his sexual orientation, but pretty sure Dennis either plays on our team, or wishes he could. I just don’t know. Supposedly, he wants to talk to Thad and me about something he has on his mind. I guess we’ll just have to hear what he has to say, and go from there.” Ken apologized he didn’t know him better to give us an opinion. I told him, maybe it was for the best he didn’t know him better.
Thad came and got me to go to accounting. I had been talking so much, I hadn’t hardly eaten anything. I gulped down the rest of my hamburger quickly, then downed my ice tea. I thanked the guys for a great meeting, then headed out with Thad, who had Dennis’ lunch with him.
“Any thoughts about how Dennis is today?” I asked, Thad. Thad shook his head.
“Your guess is as good as mine, Josh. I can’t take much more of his craziness. Something is going on in that head of his, but it’s beyond us as to what the hell that is,” Thad replied. I had to agree.
Dennis seemed happy to see us, but worried at the same time. “Hey, Dennis, how was your weekend?” I asked, trying to be cordial and upbeat, making small conversation, hoping we wouldn’t take off on some weird tangent. He never answered my question, but instead, asked me one.
“Would it be okay if I stopped by the bar later and talk to the two of you?” he asked, as he opened the bag to take out the lunch we brought him. “Oh, wow, this looks like a great lunch today. Damn, there all fantastic. I really do have to meet this chef of yours. He’s just too good.
“Thad and I have to agree with you on that. Fritz is fantastic. You should drop by more often and eat dinner sometime. Hell, bring Phoenix with you, if you want, as long as he doesn’t get creepy on us,” I jested. Dennis didn’t laugh.
“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you two about, if you don’t mind,” Dennis commented. I looked surprised. “Is it okay if I come by then, maybe around 5:00?” he asked. I told him I was back from swim practice by then, so he might as well stop by and have a beer with us. “I really appreciate you doing this, guys. Maybe things will make a little more sense to you, once I explain everything.” We told him we weren’t sure how we could help, but we were certainly willing to listen. Dennis said he appreciated that very much.
“Any excitement in your business world lately?” Dennis asked.
“Well, I haven’t had to fire anyone or run anyone off. Pretty much business as usual. We had one of our original shareholders stop by this weekend. Greer was in Chicago finishing up some things for the transitional period with Invescor, our capital management company there. We got a lot done while he was here. We set him up on a retainer to do additional work for us. I really think he misses us, actually. We kind of miss him too, so the week he spent in Chicago helped us both out,” I explained. Dennis looked about half interested in what I had to say, and more interested in what he was eating and his own thoughts. “You okay, Dennis? Anything we need to talk about now, or need to know for later?” I asked, somewhat concerned.
“No, later is fine. We don’t have enough time to do it justice now. Later is fine,” he replied, rather nonchalantly. Thad and I looked at one another, shrugging our shoulders. Then Dennis got up, dropped his skinny jeans to his knees, revealing that large piece of meat he had straining to get out of his bikini briefs. He pulled his shirttail down, then hiked up his skinny jeans and buttoned up. “I guess we’re good to go to class,” he said, then picked up his briefcase and walked beside us down the hallway to the classroom. Nothing much was said on our way down there. Hell, Thad and I weren’t sure what to say to him anymore. We kind of thought the teasing we started off with, really wasn’t something he enjoyed, and we didn’t want anything weird coming at us again, so silence seemed to do well, in our minds anyway.
After class, Dennis said he’d see us at the bar at 5:00. We told hm we’d be there. Thad and I speculated as to what in the heck he wanted to talk to us about. Neither one of us had a clue, but did think it had something to do with Phee. We weren’t sure what their relationship was like. We knew Phee had a girlfriend, but weren’t sure what that had to do with Dennis, with them just being roommates and all. At this point, everything about Dennis was weird and perplexing. I was beginning to think Ken should have just fixed us up with a normal TA, not Dennis, as there was nothing normal about him anymore. I told Thad, Ken was totally in the dark about Dennis. I told Thad, Ken thought we knew him better than he did, having spent all these weeks of classes with him, and dropping in on him before class, like we used to do with Ken.
Thad told me he’d get Cliff to contact Henry at First Central and set up a meeting with him in a non-public place, asking if maybe we could use the office at the bar for that. Thad said later, Henry could meet at our office conference room with Nate, Ken and Jordan, but didn’t think Cliff should be there at the same time. If Cliff was going to hear what Henry’s offer was for Cliff to work with them, then that meeting should take place in a neutral setting. I told him, our office at the bar would be perfect for the meeting of the two of them. Once they got their terms agreed to, then Jordan, Ken and Nate could meet with Henry at our office conference room downtown. I told Thad, as much as we had going on, we needed our own office building done soon. Thad agreed, as we looked at the structure being built, not looking like it was anywhere near completion.
Zach and I walked to the Natatorium together for swim practice. He asked me if we had a good time with Greer when he was here. I told him we did, and Greer really appreciated being back and part of the group again. Zach said he was glad to hear it, as he knew how helpful Greer had been in putting Stoney Enterprises together. Then Zach asked me what the heck was bugging Tim yesterday and today. I told Zach, I wasn’t sure, but was hoping maybe he might be in better mood this afternoon, once Lacrosse practice was over and they found out how Harvey faired in vote of confidence. I had to explain to Zach what was going on.
“Why does he even bother himself with anything having to do with Harvey, Josh? Is he nuts?” Zach asked. I told Zach, I didn’t think so, but there was something about Harvey, in Tim’s mind, that just wouldn’t go away. “I think Tim secretly admires the guy, even though Harvey treats him and all of us like shit. It might be like a bad-boy syndrome, you know, like when girls like to date bad boys, because they’re macho and shit. Maybe Tim likes guys like Harvey, that demand attention and are outspoken. I don’t see it, but maybe there’s something to it,” Zach commented. I chuckled, telling him who knew anything when it came to guys like Harvey.
The guys were all there at the lockers getting changed. Les slapped me on my bare leg with his cock, telling me his ass was hungry and I needed to feed it. I told him he had Andy and Trevor for that. Les told me he still missed me. I told him my dick was booked solid for months, so he needed to find new ones or stick with Andy and Trevor. Andy said he needed a break. Les asked about Rod, Tyler and Lonnie, saying how great that was when they were shooting that porno. I told Les, I thought the boys had retired from porno making, as far as I knew, although, according to them, the video they made was a hit, and the producers wanted them to make more. Les said he and Brandon would be more than willing to do more, if given the opportunity. I told Les, he could talk to Rod and get the information for the producer, to see if he and Brandon could put together a crew to make more. Les said, it sounded intriguing. I told him I did not think it was such a great idea, as once and done wasn’t bad, but if they appeared in more, then they might get stereotyped. Les said, as long as he and Brandon got fucked, and regularly, he didn’t care about being stereotyped. I had to laugh. Allen suggested possibly using the new game room we were building at the house, as a possible studio to shoot gay porn. I told him to forget he ever mentioned that. He laughed, telling me he was joking. From the look on Les’ face, he didn’t think it was a joke, and was serious. I told them all to forget we even had this conversation.
We practiced rather hard, trying to work off some of the weekend, actually. It felt good gliding through the water. I felt good about my speed, but I knew I needed to hit the exercise area more. I figured we’d do some tonight, but wasn’t sure of how much, depending on how horny Dylan was. I kind of knew the answer to that question, actually. After practice, I asked Ethan if he and Dustin were coming over to study. Ethan said he was going back to the bar with us, then staying to study tonight. He had no idea what Dustin was doing. I dropped the subject.
We had just enough time to get rid of our go-bags and find out what was going on, once we got back to the bar. Cliff stopped in, knowing that Thad had a meeting with me at 5:00. I had just enough time to fill him in on my conversation with Henry. He said, he thought as much, as Henry had already contacted him to set up a meeting. They were going to meet tomorrow here at the bar in the afternoon. He thanked me for the use of our office, saying it was actually a perfect place to meet. I told him to knock himself out, but get it all done and make the change happen. He said I should consider it handled. I asked if there was any further scuttlebutt at the bank as to Kyle’s properties. Cliff shook his head.
“I saw the paperwork today for the transfer of Kyle’s property to the bank. Then I saw an immediate bill of sale drawn up to transfer the property to a new LLC, with the principles of Weinstein and Seward. Hastings has no idea I saw that paperwork. Hell, he probably thought it wouldn’t mean anything to me anyway. His admin assistant had the paperwork ready to give to him after he got back from lunch. He took a late lunch, presumably meeting with Weinstein and Seward. Boy is he going to be shocked when he finds out all that was for nothing. Shits really going to hit the fan, when they can’t sell the property to the University and default on that deal. It’s kind of exciting. I actually am excited to see the shit hit the fan on this deal. I shouldn’t say that, but I am,” Cliff stated. I told him I was rather looking forward to it myself, but no one could ever know we were involved. Cliff said that would not be a problem. I gave him a quick hug.
Dennis came walking in the door and came over to Thad and me. Cliff excused himself, and took off. Dennis watched him walk away. “Nice looking young man,” Dennis commented. I shook my head. Thad came right out and told Dennis, that Cliff was his boyfriend. Dennis smiled, saying Thad had good taste. I asked him if he wanted a beer. He said he might need several to get through what he wanted to talk to us about. I had Eric bring two for Dennis and one a piece for Thad and me. I ushered Dennis into the office, and we sat at our small conference table. Eric sat the beers down, then disappeared, shutting the door behind him.
“Well, this is kind of neat place to meet,” Dennis commented, looking around, seemingly nervous about something. He asked how long we’d had the bar. We got involved in small talk, me telling him more about the bar, and that we had a nice new apartment upstairs, where some of us lived. Then I told him he obviously didn’t come here to discuss the bar, so what was on his mind. He cleared his throat.
“Guys, being gay, like you are, I thought maybe you could give me some advice on the affairs of the heart regarding gay relationships,” Dennis started to say. Thad and I were all ears.
“Are you gay, Dennis. It would help to know that up front, so we can kind of understand what you’re trying to tell us, as it makes a world of difference,” I told him. He looked a little shocked, but then regained his composure.
“I’m not sure, really, but I suspect I am,” he replied. I gave him a questionable look, like you either are, or you aren’t. He saw my confused look. “Look, I haven’t had any gay sexual relationships, well that count anyway, but I think I’d like to. I mean, I know I’d like to. Fuck, I think about it all the time. Okay, I said it. Now my big secret is out,” he stated, somewhat upset. I patted him on the shoulder.
“Easy, Dennis. You’re among friends here. We’re not here to judge you, but hopefully help you with what you want to know,” I replied. He seemed to settle down some, saying he hoped we could. I told him to continue. He took a large swallow of beer, downing almost half the glass of his first beer.
“Well, it seems I have a bit of a problem that I have no idea how to handle, and it’s driving me crazy,” Dennis started. Thad and I were all ears. Dennis paused, then took another sip of beer. You both have met Phoenix, my roommate. From the time we’ve met, I’ve always had a secret crush on him. It was little at first, just kind of admiring him from afar, not getting too personal or anything, although he’s been flirtatious with me for some time. The problem is, that little crush is growing into an obsession, and it’s driving me crazy,” Dennis confessed.
“Does Phee know you have feelings for him that way?” I asked, curiously.
“Oh, I think he does, and uses it to his advantage. I mean, I’m kind of an open book. You can see my emotions on my face. I’d have to wear a mask continually to hide my emotions. Anyway, he’s into the nudity thing. Not so much at first, but was we got used to being roommates, he gradually went from running around our apartment in his briefs to not wearing anything at all. He told me I was a prude if I didn’t do it also. While I liked seeing, what I was seeing, as damn, he’s hot, and I mean damn hot, I figured I needed to join the program, and enjoy the sights or risk them going away. That took a lot of courage and hiding numerous erections. As you know my penis isn’t that small. To make matters worse, Phee tells me what a great cock I have, and how he wishes his was like mine. He calls it a work of art. He stares at it occasionally, embarrassing me to no end,” Dennis explained.
“Have you offered to let him touch it or handle it at all?” I asked. Dennis frowned.
“Yes, several times, almost begging him at times. He says that would be too gay, and were great friends, not gay friends. I told him, it was just the two of us, and no one would know anyway, so what’s the big deal. I told him, I’d be happy to touch his if he wanted to touch mine, so we’d both be guilty, and not be able to hold anything over the other. He said no dude has ever touched his cock, and he prefers it stay that way, although he wouldn’t mind feeling mine just to see what it felt like,” Dennis commented.
“So, did he feel it?” I asked. Dennis shrugged.
“No, the idiot chickened out. But we’ll be sitting around, and I’ll catch him staring at my cock and then gently stroking his. I mean he has a nice cock. It’s a grower, not a shower, but it grows to a very nice size. Oh, how I think I’d love to get that in my mouth and suck it for all it’s worth,” Dennis said, working himself up some.
“So, you have sucked cock then?” I asked. Dennis looked sad.
“No, haven’t had the opportunity, but I watch gay porno at times, when I need to relive the frustration of watching him naked, and thinking of all the hot things we could be doing together if he’d just let us. I’m sure I’d love it,” Dennis replied. I rolled my eyes.
“Has any guy sucked you off before?” I asked. Dennis shook his head sadly, ‘no’. I shook my head. “What’s stopping you from sucking and getting sucked, or going full tilt, having sex with another guy?” I asked.
“I, I, just don’t know how to go about finding a way to get into a situation like that for it to happen. I guess I’m shy that way,” Dennis replied.
“Dennis, you don’t seem to have a problem flashing that beast in front of Thad and me. I guarantee if you flashed that around at the Arena gym, you’d have lips on that monster in a heartbeat. All you have to do is to let it hang out in the locker room and you’ll have all kinds of invitations to have lips on that monster or, better yet, stick it up some dude’s asshole. I’m telling you, your dick is your own advertisement when it comes to looking for sex,” I advised him. Dennis just kind of stared thinking about what I suggested.
“Josh, I’d kind of like it to be with someone I knew and trusted, like Phee for example. All he’d have to say is ‘yes’ and my lips would be all over his dick, and he could do whatever he wanted to do with my dick or any other part of me. I just want him in the worst way. The tension is building even stronger now, because he continues to egg me on,” Dennis explained. I asked Dennis what Phee was doing to tease him.
“His girlfriend comes over often, let’s say, at least two to three times a week. She gets naked with Phee and me. I told him I could leave when she comes to give him some privacy. No, that’s not good enough for him. He wants to fuck her in front of me, then wants me to fuck her also. I told him that was weird. He says she loves multiple partners, and I needed to help him out, so he could keep her coming over. Not wanting to be ‘gay’ for Heaven’s sake, in front of him, I had to prove I was hetero enough to fuck the poor girl. One time he took her in the ass and I took her in her pussy. I could feel our dicks rubbing together when we did that. I thought I was going to blow that fucking condom to pieces, I came so hard and fast. He told me to slow down and enjoy it some, as it was the greatest feeling fucking her like that, together like we were. I kept thinking we don’t need her, Phee. We can do this on our own, and it would be so much better. Then he tells me he gets off watching my dick go in and out of her pussy while she sucks his cock. I’m telling you, my nose, at times has been almost up against his cock while she’s sucking him and I’m fucking her. Again, I blow a huge load in my condom. One time I reached for his ass, just to squeeze his ass cheek, thinking we were all lost in a trance of euphoric lust, not realizing I was even reaching for him. He grabbed my hand and put it on her, telling me to feel the female, not him. I apologized, not realizing what I was doing. He smiled at me and said, this is so much fun doing this together. Good grief, it’s driving me crazy. Then I have to watch him spray his cum all over her, emptying his balls on her titties, and slapping his cock on her ass, and slinging his cum all over the place. I did get to sneak some of that to taste, and it damn near made me cum again. I got an immediate boner. He laughed at me, telling me I must really be horny to have recovered that fast, my big boner ready for action again. I swear his girlfriend is a nympho of sorts. But, at least I get to see him hard, get to see him fuck, sometimes his cock up against mine inside his girlfriend, and get to see him cum, occasionally getting to eat some of it. Is that gross, eating cum?” Dennis asked, making a face. Thad and I chuckled.
“No, not at all. It’s kind of a turn on in a way for us gay guys, Dennis,” I explained.
“Then to make matters worse, sometimes after sex, we take a shower together in our bathtub shower. He says it saves on the water bill. He’s very frugal that way. Then he hugs me from behind, with his semi-hard cock up against my ass, and teasingly dry humps me, telling me if we were just gay, he could slide his hot dick up my sweet ass and fuck me silly. One time, I told him to go ahead and try it, as we might find out we liked it. He just laughed, saying that would be too gay. I don’t know, guys. You’d swear by the way we acted in our apartment, we both were gay, so what the hell. We might as well enjoy the benefits of our teasing, the way I look at it. I can’t convince him. The thing that really gets me is, I think he knows I want him in the worst way, and he enjoys tormenting me to no end. It’s like edging. He just keeps pouring it on, and teasing me senseless, but we never get to touch or do anything I’d love to do. It’s torture. I’m telling you, he’s torturing me mentally,” Dennis remarked, then downed the rest of his beer and half of the second one.
“Why don’t you just come out and tell him you think you’re gay, and if he doesn’t want any part of that in a relationship, then you think the two of you need to separate paths. You find a gay roommate, and he finds another straight guy to fuck his girlfriend with. That ends the frustration and sexual tension between the two of you,” I suggested.
“Oh, if it were that simple, Josh. I’ve thought about it, you don’t know how many times. I think he knows when he’s got me to the brink, then he capitulates some. He starts being really chummy, which only leads to more frustration, kind of leading me on, like we might be getting close to actually having a physical relationship. He’ll say something like my ass is really tempting his cock lately. I’ll tell him to try to out and see if we both like it, as I don’t care, and I’ll never tell anyone, so what’s the big deal. Then he’ll say, one of these days, you and I are going to rumble, for whatever that means. I was just to the point I was going to suggest we part ways, when he hugged me in the shower and dry humped me. He knew he was driving me crazy. He had to know. But, in my mind, we were making progress, and I’m still hanging in there, hoping beyond hope, it won’t be a dry hump the next time, that I’ll feel his big cock inside me trying to rip my ass apart. One can only hope it’s eventually going to happen,” Dennis said, hopefully.
“If he’s really straight, Dennis, the odds of that happening are almost non-existent, unless you get him so drunk some night, he loses control,” I replied.
“Oh, I tried that. I got him shitfaced. I acted like I was shitfaced also, but I wasn’t. I did get my hand on his dick that night, but only for a few seconds, as he had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Not sure if he realizes I actually touched his cock or not. He came back after blowing chow with his boxers on, saying he was going to bed. He didn’t say goodnight or anything, just took off to his bedroom. Oh, and get this, occasionally in the mornings, he’ll slip into bed with me, and dry hump me from behind to wake me up. I’ll turn over and he’ll laugh, saying he knew that would wake me up. Then he jumps out of bed before I can do anything with him. He’s terrible, I’m telling you. He’s absolutely terrible,” Dennis reiterated.
“So, if man is the architect of is own destiny, what are you going to do to stop the agony he’s providing for you? You and you alone can control what your overall fate is, Dennis. Up to now, you’ve given him complete control,” I warned. Dennis shrugged.
“I need a plan, guys. I really need a plan. I was hoping you guys could council me on what I need to do. What do I have to do here, as I’m at my wits’ end,” he said, as if he was exasperated.
). He's shy and doesn't know how to meet gay partners. Well, he's sure landed in the right place! No doubt Josh can introduce him to someone who is gay, caring and unpartnered. Like Kyle. 
), and who knows what will come his way..
can't wait to read it 
